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zombie marshmallows
Mar. 27th, 2005 07:19 pmHurrah! I have my computer back. :hugs computer: I can get back to work on my fanfic and my Paint things and making mix CD playlists. And instant messaging. Yes.
I have it back because Brian, Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa came up to see me today, bringing with them quarters, groceries, and bags of delicious Easter candy. We're getting the good candy this year, folks. Godiva bunnies, Cadbury cream eggs, giant monster Hershey's Kisses, and Peeps. Marshmallow Peeps. Oh, how my mouth waters for Peeps. They are signs of benevolence and love. For you see, Peeps are made in the image of marshmallow chicks, little tiny fluffy birds that look at you with their big chocolate eyes and offer their sugary lives up for your consumption. The sacrifice of the Easter Peeps is great.
Hahah, pardon me. I've just eaten three of them.
We went to Soaring Eagle Casino for lunch. Apparently casinos do, in fact, have excellent buffets. Grandma took with her a large Ziploc bag, which she stuffed with little cream puff rolls. This is a trick she learned during the Great Depression, when food was only available at the buffet tables of the rich, and the poor had to sneak in and steal cream puffs off the dessert table. (Or so she says.)
Afterwards, Brian and I both recieved $6 in quarters with which to play the slots. Brian, being 14 (edited because he is 15, as he has thoughtfully reminded me) and not old enough to be allowed onto the gambling floor, went off to find the kids' arcade and play Skee-Ball. A casino is just like a giant Chuck E. Cheese, isn't it? But without the pizza and slides. I attempted to get onto the gambling floor with Mom, who has learned the trick of looking over people's shoulders at slot machines and getting them to give her money, but alas, I had forgotten my photo ID. So I went to the arcade to join Brian and play Skee-Ball.
Skee-Ball is far more fun than slots, in my opinion. If there was a casino that consisted of Skee-Ball machines, I would spend my tuition there, as some CMU students are rumored to do with the slots. However, I only had enough money for 24 games. Thus did I spend my Easter--not gambling on the day of the Lord, which I'm supposed to do anyway because I am a money-loving Jew, but playing Skee-Ball, which is a sacrament to God as portrayed by Alanis Morrissette.
Also, instead of losing all my money, I got some nifty toys.
• Four geometric eraser heads, in purple, pink, blue, and green
• A little plastic guy with a parachute
• A light-up yo-yo
• A squishy thing with bright green liquid and eyeballs inside it
• A Chinese finger trap
Treasures, every one of them. I am a Skee-Ball wizard. I am also a regular wizard on Thursday nights and I can shoot Scorching Ray and Magic Missile at you. But my mage cannot play Skee-Ball, as there is no Skee-Ball in our campaign universe. Also no bards, because the DM hates bards.
I have it back because Brian, Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa came up to see me today, bringing with them quarters, groceries, and bags of delicious Easter candy. We're getting the good candy this year, folks. Godiva bunnies, Cadbury cream eggs, giant monster Hershey's Kisses, and Peeps. Marshmallow Peeps. Oh, how my mouth waters for Peeps. They are signs of benevolence and love. For you see, Peeps are made in the image of marshmallow chicks, little tiny fluffy birds that look at you with their big chocolate eyes and offer their sugary lives up for your consumption. The sacrifice of the Easter Peeps is great.
Hahah, pardon me. I've just eaten three of them.
We went to Soaring Eagle Casino for lunch. Apparently casinos do, in fact, have excellent buffets. Grandma took with her a large Ziploc bag, which she stuffed with little cream puff rolls. This is a trick she learned during the Great Depression, when food was only available at the buffet tables of the rich, and the poor had to sneak in and steal cream puffs off the dessert table. (Or so she says.)
Afterwards, Brian and I both recieved $6 in quarters with which to play the slots. Brian, being 14 (edited because he is 15, as he has thoughtfully reminded me) and not old enough to be allowed onto the gambling floor, went off to find the kids' arcade and play Skee-Ball. A casino is just like a giant Chuck E. Cheese, isn't it? But without the pizza and slides. I attempted to get onto the gambling floor with Mom, who has learned the trick of looking over people's shoulders at slot machines and getting them to give her money, but alas, I had forgotten my photo ID. So I went to the arcade to join Brian and play Skee-Ball.
Skee-Ball is far more fun than slots, in my opinion. If there was a casino that consisted of Skee-Ball machines, I would spend my tuition there, as some CMU students are rumored to do with the slots. However, I only had enough money for 24 games. Thus did I spend my Easter--not gambling on the day of the Lord, which I'm supposed to do anyway because I am a money-loving Jew, but playing Skee-Ball, which is a sacrament to God as portrayed by Alanis Morrissette.
Also, instead of losing all my money, I got some nifty toys.
• Four geometric eraser heads, in purple, pink, blue, and green
• A little plastic guy with a parachute
• A light-up yo-yo
• A squishy thing with bright green liquid and eyeballs inside it
• A Chinese finger trap
Treasures, every one of them. I am a Skee-Ball wizard. I am also a regular wizard on Thursday nights and I can shoot Scorching Ray and Magic Missile at you. But my mage cannot play Skee-Ball, as there is no Skee-Ball in our campaign universe. Also no bards, because the DM hates bards.
